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I broke up with my de-facto boyfriend about 2 years ago. I never really understood why he didn't want me anymore, we used to get along so well and enjoyed each other's sexuality sooo much. We had been together for nearly 7 years before he ended everything. Sexually we were very close, you see I have a thing about men's testicles, they are so vulnerable, so sensitive, and men see them as SO important, some softcocks I've been with won't let a woman near their precious balls. I enjoy a man who is willing to lay it all on the line for me - balls and all. It's a funny thing that those two squishy little things that give men strength over women are men's weakest link. Believe me, there is a God and she is a Woman! Bad luck boys.
Anyhow, back to my Ex. He was good in bed and when I was satisfied that he was my total unconditional slave during sex, I would pull on his balls until we'd both come together. Women... if this sounds unconventional - try it. (It doesn't work on pre-ejaculators or softcocks). After a couple of years of routine-try-everything-go-back-to-what-works, one day I caught him masturbating, and he had a chain? We were both embarassed by his embarassment, but I was Very Curious. A few weeks later I came home from work and Ian was sitting on the lounge in the dark, a bit drunk and very nervous. "what have you done?" I asked. He showed me a chain coming from in-between his legs and padlocked to the lounge. "Stand up" I commanded him... like a little puppy dog in trouble he showed me his balls padlocked to the chain, and thoughtfully he had left the keys in the garage where I parked my car. I was in love. I retrieved the keys, gathered my thoughts and went back inside and chucked the keys back out the window while he watched in silence. I poured myself a drink, played with my man a bit, got him hard, then had fabulous sex. He'd opened a new door, he was my dog. I unlocked him. I wanted total control over Ian, he was so submissive when I used to have him chained up by the balls, I would make him do things like go down on me, massage my feet, and yes... he'd do housework, but once I let him cum, the game would usually end for him, and after he'd go to bed I'd quietly masturbate, meditating and fantisizing about the significance of him offering his balls to me. When we weren't having sex though, he'd act like a bloke and I'd lose control until I brought out my toys and attached them to his balls. Then he would be my hard little puppy all over again. We played heaps of games over the next couple of years, his balls were my playthings and I loved it. We experimented with rubber bands, carrying heavy objects, I used to wack them with an old wooden ruler if he didn't obey, and I got the idea of using his nuts as a pin-cushion off the internet. That was really erotic for me, stabbing his chained up balls with pins and making him cum. Believe me, once our relationship ended his nuts had suffered almost all my innate female anger toward the male species. And he loved it. Maybe he got scared about me getting absolute control over his life, who knows? I know I was getting close. When he broke it off, he ended a fantasy for me and I was broken like a little girl. Fucking males. I took the toys when I left. I kept the toys, and though I haven't found someone to use them on, I got over Ian. That was until a few months ago, I saw him and he had the balls to ask me if I needed a foot massage. "only if you'll let me nut you" I said, smiling, knowing his weakness and yes... OK, still feeling a little jaded. "I'll let you know" he said. A few nights later, there he was on my porch, obviously horny, asking if I still wanted a foot massage. Of course I did under the circumstances, what girl wouldn't? I let him in. I chained his balls to the kitchen table, (he became instantly hard) pulled my knickers off from under my skirt and laid on my kitchen table for him to massage my feet. He did and masturbated all over my kitchen floor. I let him go, knowing he'd be back. Two nights later sure enough, I sat him down at my kitchen table and we had a drink. I chained him up and took off my own pants and we had a talk... well, I talked and he agreed. I wanted control over him, and he wanted a woman to take control over him. He agreed. "I really want to nut you you know" I said and looked at him tugging gently on his chain. Ian looked back and nodded, he knew. I pulled him up onto the table by his old testes and gave him a hand job - "I'm going to castrate you" I told him and let him cum. I let him off the chain. My Ex gave me a broken in look before he left - he would do it! He knew what was going on and so did I, I was was So wet, I masturbated and came very quickly. I pretty much forgot about my new boyfriend from then on. I needed a plan to mould my Ex into shape, he was ready. I bought an elastrator and rings from an agricultural suppliers and that night rang my Ex and told him I urgently needed a foot massage. He arrived and became instantly hard as soon as I showed him my new toy, I put the rubber ring on him. "Do you want me to castrate you?" I asked him as it snapped shut around his balls. Ian nodded. He knew I loved him totally submissive and that I would let him cum if he agreed. "Say it" I said as I pulled off my knickers as he watched intently and I played with his penis and nuts. "I want you to castrate me". My Ex was like a broken doll, he was almost in tears. He loved me, he wanted me, and would give up his balls for me, he was again hurting for me. I let him fuck me for the first time in years, but no kissing. I fucked around with him for some time until I could tell he was really hurting, then let him cum inside. He instantly withdrew and I cut off the ring and let him go. He kissed me on the cheek and thanked me so much. From then on my Ex was a total slave to me, day and night. We both knew that at some stage I would indeed take his nuts, and that he would beg me to do it. I made him buy me a video recorder and began taping our games, and would give him edited copies. It is has now become an amazing collection. One night recently I cut out my Ex's left testicle. We were both a bit drunk, but I was very clean and it has turned out OK. I keep it in a jar of metho in the cupboard. When I look at it I have to masturbate. I need the full set, but it makes me sooo horny to have just one my Ex's testicles in the cupboard. Ian is very philosophical and reckons that's why God gave him two, she wanted a bit of fun on the way. He's still exactly the same Ian, maybe even a bit hornier, I have even found that he gets really turned on when I bring out his ball. Sometimes I hold it up in front of the camera during one of our games and ask "Ian do you really want me to take the other one?" He's so beautiful and begs me to please take his right testicle, then I usually pull him off. I suppose at some stage my Ex became my boyfriend, but I always refer to him as my Ex. It remains our secret liason. He won't ever tell anyone that I have one of his balls in my cupboard, and I am truly a free woman. I now have much more control over him now than ever before, and soon I will convince him to sign over all his property to me before I make him beg me to castrate him one last time. The last one I will take slowly with the elastrator I bought, I want it to take some time, and by the time his last nut is in my hand he will be a real eunuch. No more sex for my Ex. But don't worry, if he does becomes my precious eunuch, I will love him to the day he dies. The thought of owning my own eunuch makes me sooo horny. I love my ex.
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